[your key glows as you move it, brightening as you put more and more of your energy into what you're focused on. the door slowly shuts, moving smoothly.

you can no longer tell where the outlines were by sight, but you can hear the roar of noise from the hall still; at least it's mercifully quieter. the process of applying your will to the space around you with your keys is more familiar, now; it's not the same effort of mere imagination as it was in the cloud realm, but this is still a power you can access.

you can't open the door again, though you can feel the seams of where it was under your fingers.]